You are not mine. He is Edgar. Or John. Or 2 unknown Italian guys, but I doubt they are named Jesse!

It's all that time traveling Jesse does. Very complicated.

I so miss that smell!

I know I talk about it, like, every single time it rains, but I can't help it! It is so awesome.

Okay, I cleared out the living room except of the studio detritus that came home with us when the studio closed. Did I talk about that yet here? The music store that is our secondary income...the building they were in was foreclosed on, so they had to move over the summer. Their new location is super great, lots more visibility, better parking, better access, better walking traffic. But it's also smaller, so they are using the next door store for lessons/coffee, but that won't be completed for another month or longer. And even when that's done, no recording studio. So we have no secondary income at all for a few months here. Which is worrying. And also we had to bring home a bunch of gear. Which is now in my living room.

I don't know the names of my other great-grandparents! I really should ask my parents that. I did meet my grandpa's brother Hjelmer when he came over for my grandparents' 50th anniversary when I was 16. He brought his daughter Urta and grandson Michael with him. He didn't speak English at all, Urta spoke it but with a pretty thick accent, but Michael, who was a year younger than me, had better English than I did.

One of the trips I want to take eventually is to Sweden to visit both Stockholm and my grandpa's hometown of Lulea, which is at the very top of the peninsula, near the Finnish border and only about 200 miles south of the Arctic Circle. (Guess that's one of the reasons Gus liked Alaska so much--reminded him of home!) (When the Amazing Race was in that part of Scandinavia in the most recent season, I looked it up, and they were only a few hours north of Lulea.) If/when I get over there, I'm going to try and look Michael up and see what he's doing now.

I know I talk about it, like, every single time it rains

I am envious of it, like, every single time too.

Really.

Ok hivemind, anyone know anything about the nutrition thinking of high fat, low grain, low dairy, high meat protein?

Sounds like the Paleo diet. Check out Mark's Daily Apple. He's unabashedly biased, but there's a lot of good info on his pages. From my personal experience with a high-protein, high-fat, low grain, low dairy diet, when I eat like that, I lose weight easily and feel awesome. (Ask me why I'm not doing it. No, don't, I feel stupid.) I'm sure that's not true of everyone, but if it does work, it works great.

My great-grandfathers were Emmanuel, Sigismund, Harry, and Louis. Well, those are the names they went by as adults. Sigismund is the only one of them who was born with that name. The other three were originally Manele, Hirsch, and Leib.

I feel great and lose weight on that type of diet, too, Zenkitty. However, I have weird animal eating issues, and I love starch.

I think I only know two great-grandfathers' names -- Henry (ne Heinrich) and Arthur (middle name Jean Baptiste!).

Oh, I forget who was asking about things to do in Seattle! Definitely go to Pike Place Market--so much fun, so many thing to see and buy (I love the silver jewelry merchant there--she makes great stuff!). And make sure you stop by the flying fish guys, they're fun, keep the crowd entertained, and sell really tasty salmon (my sister and I brought a box full which we carried onto the plane for our parents once).

From my personal experience with a high-protein, high-fat, low grain, low dairy diet, when I eat like that, I lose weight easily and feel awesome. (Ask me why I'm not doing it. No, don't, I feel stupid.) I'm sure that's not true of everyone, but if it does work, it works great.

It works great for me too. Though I don't do a lot of fat.

I'm totally Sophia in re the love of starch and not so much love of meat eating.

I cooked some ground chuck for Bartleby today and nibbled a bit. First red meat I've eaten in decades. It did not sit well on my tum. The fat kind of grossed me out and was much, MUCH more difficult to clean up than the standard turkey fat I normally consume.

That seemed odd to me. I figured fat was fat.

I feel like Bartleby and I are like Jack Spratt and his wife. He can't eat poultry and I don't want to eat red meat.

I've determined that a raw diet doesn't work for the little guy, but I don't think I can keep cooking beef. Then again, maybe the Crock Pot would do.

Too complicated.